Capturing the Day's End at the Beach

Truth: travel is hard. Or I am. Or these kids are. Or just the introvert part is? . . I don’t think it’s just me and us. . . I feel hypocritical showing adventures and pretending it’s all sunshine and roses. It’s not. . . They/ “the snarky one” gives lip all day. Finds reasons to push me. They’re hyperactive. Loud. Singing. Making noise. Overtly silly. Adding outer noise to my inner noise trying to figure out or reshuffle or route traffic etc. . . So tonight we had the triannual “This is a team effort trip and get in shape or we won’t do them” talk. Praying it worked. I think we do this every trip without Dad for a couple of days and then we (or me) evens out. I maybe block it out each time. . . Either that or I need to stay home more. . . Because they didn’t appreciate my whole see the sunrise over the ocean and watch it set over the ocean in the same day —- I thought it would be cool. How many times can you say you saw that? But I just might strangle a kid instead... . . I know it will get better. Just keeping it real. I know it’s a great experience... I need to remember the happy pictures too to remember it’s worth it. 🤔